Colin F. Jones

A BROTHER’S LOVE

In all the years that mark the span of time,
A thousand faces dwell before our gaze,
That friends aloof, in circumstance incline,
To be but temporary associates of a phase,
That changes year to year and new friends found,
Replace the faded thoughts of yesterdays,
Until once more those friends are not around,
And only live in memories brief displays.
But those true friends that live forever here,
Among the portals of the family fort,
Are those true friends derived from blood and tear,
Who do not lose the visage of their resort.
Most friends are friends dependant on self gain,
But a brother’s love burns as an eternal flame